January 9, 2026
Look, sir. Look, sir. Mr Knox, sir. Let’s do tricks with bricks and blocks, sir. Lets do tricks with chicks and clocks, sir.”
Dr. Suess stories, ya gotta love them. One of my favorite stories growing up was written by Suess—the story of “Too Many Daves.” Do you recognize this one?
Suess was a master wordsmith; but more than that, behind his tales was always a moral ethic that was good to hear. (Not sure what that would’ve been for “Too Many Daves” though. That story was sillier than anything else.) If you don’t know that one, you’ll have to google it or find a copy at your local library or bookstore. You might wonder where I’m taking this one. Me too, Hahahaha!
In all serious, the opening limerick was from Suess’ story called, “Fox in Socks.” And his story popped in my mind when my wife came downstairs and saw my pile of socks on the ottoman, and basically said, “Look sir. Look sir. Mr. Bonn sir. You gonna get that pile of socks upstairs sir?” It’s only three days’ worth (of socks), LOL.
If you could ask my wife what her pet-peeves are, up there on the list would be my penchant for leaving my socks anywhere but a laundry basket. To say it like Suess, “I will leave them in a box. I will drop them in the house. I will drop them here and there. I will drop them anywhere.” This week, that happens to be in the family room, between the couch and the dog’s lazy-boy recliner. (Yup, it’s the dogs).
I look at those socks, and I think: Jason, you’re pretty fortunate to have so many pairs of socks. That I am. I have lots of socks, enough to supply a homeless encampment. And that’s where this blog is gonna take a serious twist.
Did you know that one of the most requested items by the homeless, of all things, is socks? Yup, it’s true. We recently did a sock drive at our church. I don’t know how many we collected, but it was a lot. I’m sure they’re being put to good use. Who’d ever think that socks would be the greatest need. But, I guess it makes sense. If our hands are cold, we can shove them in pockets. But without socks, shoes or not, our feet can rapidly cool—not good if you’re homeless, especially here up north.
Today, I’m thankful for not just the socks God’s given me, but every good thing that keeps me warm: the house we live in, our clothes, jackets, socks, gloves, hats, shoes, bedding and more. Yes sir. Yes sir. There’s much to be thankful for.
So here’s a request, trying my best to honor Dr. Suess. “Look sir. Look sir. Mr. and Ms. Believer Sir. Give thanks to God, sir, for all you have sir. Then sir, thank him some more sir, by buying socks so the less fortunate can keep warm sir.”
Father God, thank you for every good gift, including the mountain of socks many of us have. Bless those who don’t have socks this night. Keep them safe and warn; and may some fox bring them some socks so there toesies stay toasty this wintertime.
“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and take you in, or without clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick, or in prison, and visit you?’ “And the King will answer them, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’